BOUGHNIM BOUTHEINA

BOUGHNIM BOUTHEINA

Alien

I carry you in my tummy,

Flaccid alien lump

Wrung to my body:

Carnal cord to suck

The swelling placenta─

Visceral union

Wrought by blood,

Urine and oxygen...

I Cherish My Carnal Garment

I cherish my carnal garment,

My flesh is the precinct

Of a million feels;

My skin is the lure and hook

With which I troll fishy eyes,

Fixing them only on my guise…

I cherish my carnal garment,

My necklace scar for a humanoid:

A gift by my fretful thyroid.

I cherish my testosterones

Who keep me aggressive when my power is gone;

I cherish my estrogens

Who keep me motherly and feminine…

I cherish my womb:

My life cosmos,

My life carnival…

I cherish my bosom,

My lips and my arms…

In me is transplanted the tree of ecstasy;

All senses spume forth into full bloom…

Make Love To The Sick Body

Make love to the sick body.

Lift the slack arms.

Handle with care the dozing dove,

Seek the scintillating pupil

Under the eye’s drawn blinds…

Let your sweat drizzle

As holy water on a demented body…

Kiss the sick body to the marrow;

Suck its pain and sorrow…

Trio

Music would be our third partner:

Sharing the room and the cover.

We enacted its tunes:

The guitar-shaped, frail body vibrates

To the tam-tam touch of his fiendish fingers…

The soul tune melts into the two.

Clapping shuddering teeth

Play as a headless tambourine…

When the symphony nears its ending,

Undamped, she croons him as to children…

Scallop

He dreamt of her naked body,

Rolled on itself in foetal position;

Saw it as a sea scallop, ebony,

Half-opened, festoon-crowned…

He shuddered at the sight of the sheen shell,

So pure, so sensual

It raked his fire, the scallop’s auburn heart

Glowed on, never to be dimmed or burnt.

BOUGHNIM BOUTHEINA